I am not a father
Nor I am a mother
I am just a daughter
That is growing better...
Father, you have been away
I truly wish you have stayed
Hugging me as I lay
I don't need much penny...
All I have been missing is you my daddy
Your love and your real company...
Look, how I am now
I pursued my little vow
Hoping always, You'll be proud
It's alright if you'll not be loud...
All I want is for us to bond...
Yes, I am neither a kid nor a child
Ever anymore
But still, there is that longing
I cannot deny...
I miss you much, daddy...
(c)
contest: POEM FOR DADDY
SPONSOR: LEONORA GALINTA
2ND PLACE - TO GOD BE THE GREATEST GLORY...
NOTE: I REALLY MISS A FATHER'S LOVE..

A message from Emilly
By Angelo Casiano
A message from above to those of you I love.
I love you more than you’ll ever know,
Even more now that I’m gone.
And my love for you will grow and grow,
Like the chorus to a song.
I had to leave much sooner than
I thought, I must admit.
But you know mom, until I’m done,
I’m never gonna quit.
I left behind some parts of me,
I have so much to give.
Because of you I’m strong enough,
to help some others live.
So Daddy when you think of me,
While you watch the Phillies play.
I’ll be sitting next to you. I’ll be with you every day.
You’ve given me the best of you.
And now I’m giving back.
I will love you for eternity. No matter were I’m at.

There's a breed of Aussie hero who has served this nation well
and they don a yellow uniform to face the fires of hell.
When day temperatures are soaring and the high winds blow a gust,
and our bushland is ignited it's in them we place our trust.
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son;
you are mothers and you’re fathers. Hard hat heroes everyone.
When their mates are in the hot seat and they need a helping hand,
they will volunteer their services from stations 'cross this land.
Whether country towns or cities or a bush fire brigade;
they will gladly throw their hats in and will offer their mates aide.
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son;
you are mothers and you’re fathers. Hard hat heroes everyone.
Do you owe your home or property, your very lives perhaps,
to the selfless, sincere efforts of these bold fire-fighting chaps?
Or still sadly you lost everything, but proudly can attest
to their fierce determination as each brave soul did their best.
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son;
you are mothers and you’re fathers. Hard hat heroes everyone.
So I ask you all to join me as we stand and raise a glass
to the courage and the spirit of this fire fighting, class;
and I'm sure you'd love to join me as this message we impart,
"You're such true blue hard hat heroes and we thank you from the heart."
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son;
you are mothers and you’re fathers. Hard hat heroes everyone.

There was a brave,
A sage of his age,
And there was rhythm.
Men United in the hunt,
Women united in the spiritual sounds of songs of the Shaman,
And ships from the east,
Came with the Glory of God,
And between gunsmoke and gangrene,
Destroyed scenes of queens and kings,
And reaped heaps of unfulfilled dreams,
Busting at seems of disaster,
Cry the Beloved Country,
My master, is it truly that my father Ham,
Saw Noah Naked,
Cause my great, great, great, grandfather fought off dreams of death to endure.
And ensure that I would spend my life in this struggle.
There was a brave,
A sage of his age,
And there was rhythm,
And ships came to the horn of riches adorned,
And raped a land of many a man,
And built liberty on the shackles of freedom,
Cry the beloved country,
There was a brave,
A sage of his age,
And there was rhythm,
And ships came to the horn of riches adorned,
And raped a land of many a man,
And built liberty on the shackles of freedom,
Cry the Beloved Country,
But there was rhythm,
Among mothers’, mothers’ , sisters and brothers,
There was rhythm I tell you,
And they prayed for my daughter to know a better day,
Every day in this struggle, I pray for my daughter to know a better day,
Where her soul is free, and she can be a light unto the nations,
Perspiration surrounds me, on this gethsemene mountain,
Where day after day, I watch my manhood muffled by the sound of bitterness,
Cry the Beloved Country,
But I tell you, there is Rhythm,
And so I say cry, my beloved country,
For the day of judgment is upon us,
And renaissance awaits,
I don’t care what mountain tries to destroy my sight,
My daughter will know a better day,
White supremacy, mental illness, multiple sclerosis,
Myopic minions of monstrous greed driven savages,
Ravaging urban centers and fatherless widows,
Like Caleb, spoke to the sun, I will not run,
God gave me this mountain,
And my daughter will know a better day,
Cry my beloved country,
Cry not tears of sorrow,
Cry not tears of lament,
But cry the sound of triumph,
For we will not stop,
Until every thought has become captive to the sound of liberation,
And all nations, bow to righteous sensations,
Celebrations’ elations, and dancing to the rhythm of the Savanna,
And I will not stop,
We will not stop,
We must not stop,
There are braves,
Sages of this age,
And there is rhythm.
Amen.

Always asking question
The devoted daughter of the moon
revels in starlight
Sweet to the touch, the taste
She dances around an eternal campfire
The night wears on
Still she dances!
She will dance this way until dawn
when the bright rays of the sun
will send her looking for shelter
One million dawnsa and one million
dreams later
She'll awaken
to cast her glow
upon our epoch
which is in sore need
of tinsel and starlight

she wants to do
what she wants to do
even if she don't ask
she has dreams that is bigger than this town
i just need to relax
that car don't have enough room for me
even if she ask me to tag along
i just don't want to let her go
(chorus/hook)
for the start of this life
she's ready than she ever been
for the rest of my life
i just stare at this picture on the wall
wondering if she's alright
I've counted all my blessings
but i just need to let her go
she gots to do
what she gots to do
even if she doesn't call back
in 4 years she's graduated
i'm there to watch her succeed
even though she doesn't see me
she can hear me from a distance
(repeat chorus)
she says things are getting better
when she knows it's falling apart
i wear this smile on my face to ease my broken heart
only if she knew
what i wanted to say
to put a smile on her face
(repeat chorus)

As the sunsets at the end of the day,
And the night begins to fall,
So, does all the dreams of all the little children,
In their own wonderlands of their own,
Wishing and thinking of great things to come,
Hoping their parents will make these dreams come alive,
Cause dreams to children should become bright and gleam,
And all to them more than just alive,
All children want is hopes and dreams to become true,
But if you can teach them how to work hard at them,
They too can make their dreams become their own reality,
For any one person works hard enough,
At what they want in life,
They can have any one thing they want,
All they have to do is work really hard to make it real,
For believers can believe in themselves,
And strive to work toward making their own goals,
Their very own come true,
Which gives more satisfaction in life,
Than things being handed to you,
So always strive for the best,
And all your wishes and dreams can come true,
In your life if you want them too.

He was my hero when I was a child,
His way with words were never harsh, always mild.
He taught me how to live and have a pure heart,
This he showed me from the very start.
I felt he was too easy because he never took a stand,
But as I grew older, I realized that's what he planned.
He needed to be caring and the parent that would listen,
Each time I spoke to him, his eyes would always glisten.
Now that I am a mother and have a daughter myself,
I learned from him how to make her feel special, never just on the shelf.
He showed me how to be very good hearted sometimes, too much,
But it helped me to keep my loved ones close in my clutch.
Each day that passes I realize what he helped me become,
I'll always be full of love and emotions, never numb.
My hero is my father but he passed away,
I will always love you and I miss you everyday.

Guide Our way to a Brighter Day
What I thought I cherished must only perish
The beginning and the middle
Ended in a self serving riddle
Broken remains
Of a Dream yet to Be
Of a Higher Love
For You and Me
Love Mom

Life is a many things
Sometimes life is a dark tunnel,
But every tunnel has a light at the end
I will be your lantern to guide the way
Cling to me and I will keep you from the darkness
Life is a giant battle.
I will be your shield and spear
Your spear to pierce through the horrible people
Who want to harm you,
Your shield to protect you
From the battles you cannot win your self
life is many things my dear
But I am here,
For you to use, to cherish, and love.
Life is many things my dear.
But you are not alone.
I am here.

In the Quiet of the Breeze My Spirit Must Look Back too..... a Darkness that took place.... Unfathomable to Face.... What I didn't See.... Is such a Disgrace... How could I not know.... How could I not see.... How could I not feel How could it be..... I have no one to Blame but Me!! I am so Sorry!! My Darling Daughter xo that ' THIS' has come to be!! May God in his Mercy bring Peace to Your Soul an Set You Free..xo

We took her to the nursing home
to visit family,
She happily skipped down its halls
beside the elderly.
Withered hands reached for curls,
Old eyes filled with duress,
Some followed her in patched wheelchairs
and praised her pretty dress.
Those darling giggles brought them near
as she played silly games,
And several ladies called her closer,
each using different names.
A wheezing man gave her biscuits
then pleaded that she pray
so she clasped her hands for him
in her angelic way.
She proudly danced for worn nurses,
Then sang her A, B, C’s,
And drummed out the barking curses
of stale senility.
Oh, my girl treated them like pets
Who had just too far roamed,
And sweetly asked with guileless eyes,
“Why can’t I take one home?”
*For Joann Grisetti's Copy Cat Contest
*This poem is a tribute to Edna St Vincent Millay's A Visit to the Asylum, done in a similar form (ballad), though Edna's syllable count is looser. This is based on our weekly visits with my father-in-law. We take my daughter and she brings such joy to the place, yet my blood freezes as I'm never sure who will say what to her, and erratic strangers are contantly trying to pull her into their laps, steal hugs and kisses. It is both beautiful and disturbing and I've been wanting to write about this for several months. I had seen the similiarity between Edna's poem and my daughter's experiences. Glad to put this to paper in this way. Thanks, Joann.

I was often scared as a child,
I would close my eyes tight.
Things always seemed to go wrong,
When would they ever go right?
A lot of things happened,
When I was very young.
Now the memories are fading,
Except the sad songs life had sung.
My mother gave me strength.
She gave me the power to live.
My mother was the one who needed strength,
But taking advantage of her was all I did.

While you’re watching over all your children from above
Listening as they send to you a prayer
Please God will you take some time to listen to my child
And find a way to let her know you’re there
Through the years she suffered a very tragic loss
Her happy life was shattered; torn apart
She tries so hard to hide the lonely tears she cries at night
She tries so hard to hide her broken heart
Through the years she put aside her sadness and her pain
And found the strength to be both mum and dad
She never let them see the hurt, they only saw her smile
Although she’d lost the only love she had
She's struggled through the ups and downs that losing someone brings
She battled on and fears were cast aside
But every day I see the hurt and pain I know she feels
I see the unshed tears that fill her eyes
But now I see her worrying for someone else she loves
Her child...her precious life and soul
I watch the pain and sadness returning to her life
I watch the years of heartache take its toll
So please God will you take a while and listen to her prayers
Let her worries, and her burdens cease
Take away her pain and sorrow, dry her lonely tears
And help my daughter find a sense of peace
I need for her to know you’re there no matter what life brings
To guide her when I know she's lost her way
I need to know that once again a smile will reach her eyes
That happiness, she will find again someday...

I'M SORRY MAMA
Growing up I remember coming home,
A little past the time you told me to,
A little late, a little scared all the way home,
Thinkin' of a lie to tell you,
Knowing anything I said you weren't,
Gonna believe me anyway,
I didn't want to disappoint you,
Guess I was ashamed more than afraid,
I'm sorry Mama,
I've always let you down,
When you're dreaming and you're sleeping,
I'm writing all this down,
The devil keeps me awake,
Sometimes for days on end,
But he can't take away my thoughts of you,
My babies, my paper, and my pen,
I'm so sorry Mama,
But mama will you make me just one promise,
Watch over them and the first star in the sky,
Remind them to make a wish,
Mama just one more thing,
For the little angels who lost their mommy,
Please be to them, what you were to me,
And please tell them, I'm sorry Mama.

I have lived,
And felt the cost,
Paid my dues,
But I have lost_ You.
Still I pray,
As chaos looms,
And as my blue turns into grey,
I hear__
The angels sing- In tune.
Don't be giving in,
Don't give up my son,
Or fade away,
Lift your chin with the sun__ And rise,
With this new day!.
I have lived,
And felt the cost of all my wonderin ways,
I've paid my dues,
I - Have lost you.
I can hear the angels sing,
Your in a mistaken land__ Lessons learned in truth,
As the grey seeks out the blue,
She will__ Your daughter my son---
She will return--- To You.
For I have lived,
Felt the cost of all my walkin days,
I've paid my dues,
I- Lost you....
I wont be giving in,
Won't give up my girl,
Or fade away,
I'll lift my chin with the sun---
And RISE--
With this new day...

A Momma Bear Climbed Over The Mountain
And What do You Think She Saw
She Saw Another Mountain
So that Momma Bear Climbed that Other Mountain
And So On
And So On.....
As She Looked up into the Heavens
Careying Her Cub this Far
Never Looking Back
Their Destiny is in Gods Hands
Faith in the Lords Love has brought them many Miles and over many Mountains
Momma Bear Prays Everyday that her Cub may find her way......
...and May have Peace again in Her Day.....

When children are taken from your life,
It is very devastating in so many ways to us all,
Some people say it is your fault,
To have the problems you have,
You have caused the distruction,
Of your own family in so many ways,
And you need to start making your own,
Correct choices in life to straighten things out,
For maybe then your children will,
Return back to you at your home where they belong,
For you to love and watch them grow,
So take things day by day,
And try to correct the steps you have made,
To where you can complete each task there is,
To bring your precious children back home,
To where they belong for you to love and charish them,
As a mother and father should,
Holding them each day they need you,
So you never get forgotten,
Each and every day of their wonderful lives.

Nobody knows the real me.
Nobody knows how many rimes I've cried in my room when nobody was watching.
Nobody knows how many times lost hope, how many times ive been let down.
Nobody knows how many times I've felt like I'm about to snap,but I just don't for the sake of others.
Nobody knows the thoughts that go through my head when I'm sad how horrible they truly are.
Nobody. Knows. Me.

A Better Life
I don't know why she hides,
I don't know why she shivers,
I don't know why she cries,
I don't know why she quivers,
Daddy's girl is all alone,
And I don't know how to help her,
Daddy's world is all but blown,
And I don't know what to tell her,
What happened to her confidence,
And her self assured way,
Which used to be so prominent,
In all she did or would say,
Who stole my little girl’s heart,
And drove her to such confusion,
She now slowly does her part,
As if all she has is illusion,
She knows I would kill any other man,
For doing such harm to my little girl,
But this is much more than I can stand,
As it has forever blown apart my world,
They took ‘steps’ to the next level,
And now they each look to me in despair,
I warned them each to be careful,
But the forbidden fruit they shared,
Now I look at one without trust,
Yet I still love my son so very much,
I still hold her distant as I must,
But she needs Daddy’s healing touch,
Why do I have to be the bad guy,
When my children need my help,
I pushed one out and I still cry,
While I can't help her help herself,
There is no way to win here,
And my tears won't stop falling,
I have lost them both I fear,
And my fears won't stop calling,
I don’t know what to do anymore,
Or how I can help either of them,
Both children my heart cries out for,
But the truth is neither can win,
And for this my darling kids,
I am so sorry I can’t decide,
Which to disown or which to kiss,
When I am actually on both your sides,
So I pray that both her and him,
Of whom I am so very proud,
Do not give up and become victims,
Who wear this pain like a shroud,
I pray both of you hear my advice,
Get over this hardship and understand,
This lesson with its terrible price,
Is one where you do as best you can,
To forgive and move on from here,
Without Dad having to choose a side,
And to let go of all that you fear,
If you want to grow to have a better life.

In the Southwest of Scotland
Marin county Argyle-shire
Extends a narrow mass of land
Known only as Kintyre
A certain mull on which is known
What sea the eye adore
As glitter to a rolling mist
As waves align the shore
Not far from there in Campbeltown
Five miles or maybe more
Sat Duncan Blaine McGeachy
His hat upon the door
Young daughter Isabella
Bound for distant farms
Alas to Rocky Mountain House
Clutches in her arms
Where Peter Paul of Eckville
Did spy the raving lass
More fair than any local
And quite a lovely yass
Peter Paul and Isabella
Rose the Adams pack
Jack Loreen and Mary
James Peter at the back
I remember James Peter
Marge would say J. P.
And when she called him Jimmy Joe
He’d hide behind a tree
Old Jimmy Joe he got to know
How grievous love could be
He stood inside a few short days
More tall than any tree
His mother Isabella
His darling Marjorie
Would both depart on one foul whisk
The maker for to see
Of Jim and Marge had come a brood
As fine a brood could be
Of Randy Eddy and Janelle
And my sweet Laura Lee

Music is my home,
Written when I am alone.
Nobody is hear to save me as I slash
my wrists and they turn scarlet.
My mother and father walks through the door,
my mother screams and ,
my father seems dazed,
The doctor say if it was not for the fact,
That my heart was not strong i would have survived,
The boy and girl who pushed me to commit sucide,
spits and dance on my grave,
they defile it and call me names,
even though i am dead i will still hear them,
talk and say mean things,
to my mother and father,
They spread rumors that are untrue,
A voice calls out and asks me what
I want to do?
I cry out let me live give me a second chance,
I'll grant you this calls the voice,
The next thing I know I am in a hospital in the intensive care unit,
I try to speak my mother puts her finger to my lips she is crying,
i Had been on the way to the morgue when my eyes open and i started to breathe,
The same bestfriend who i have known all my life has finally shown her jealous side
and called me a witch, and a zombie, or even a creature from hell.
They Took her to the other side of the hospital and put her in the physchartric unit,
The boy went to jail for attempted murder and i knew i had a plan lined all out for me

This is beautiful world
A den we live in good
And this is my heart
A chamber I put you at
I never surrender await for you
The dawn and the dusk came and go
Now I found you I won’t let you go
The day you left silent me in sorrow
The world is not crazy
Those lonely days were laid for me
I crossed the high bridge of grief
I longed the days we simply missed
You let me feel no alone
Your presence is my own
You never let the sun down
You are the moon I head on
If you need the eyes to cry
I’ll lend you my tears to try
If you want me to fly
Let me adore you by
I love you everyday
Never any word to play
A replacement to this someday
I love you until grey.
Don’t ever let it go again
Don’t try to leave me then
Don’t forget you are my given
Don’t let this love suffering...
9 December 2011- 11AM

Nine solid months of changes, you carried me
While I am in your womb, You take care for me
Your shape, I unshaped
Your stamina, I weaken
With every food you intake, I partake
With every emotions, I feel you too
With every movement, we both sway
With everything, together you and me
Mama, That I used calling you
Eight to how many hours you labor
That I do not specifically know now
All I know is that you love me so
(Mama, I love you too... )
Together, we go to window shops
Guiding me you never ever stop
To my heartbreaks, you, ready to mend
To my winnings, kudos, you always send
I love you my dearest mama!
Though I don't tell you this much
Evermore to your every touch,
I am so deeply attach!
By:
olive_eloi
12:22pm
02/04/2014

She came in my life one year ago
Her eyelashes was long, so perfect, I know
She was the most Beautiful thing, I ever seen
And god had blessed her just for me
My first little girl, came home with me
She was smart, I could already see
She started to smile at everything
Her eyes would glow, and boy could she put on a show
Her personality was just like mine
And she would let me sleep at night,:)
Everyone in house really loved her
And she loved to play with her two older brothers
She is my new edition, and My Beautiful
My Beautiful Little Girl

Slowly, methodically she sipped the piping hot tea from the delicate, china cup
Looking around the table, at the smiling faces, so full of love, and wisdom, drinking it up.
Every age of life represented in those smiles
Some new, some wizened, others starting to show the lifetime miles.
Looking into eyes so much like her own
She knew she would never be alone.
Years may pass quickly as time flies
But she will always have those beloved memories to guide her by.
Allowed to join that sacred club and wear its tear-soaked badges with pride
Not even close to being prepared for that terrifying, yet joy-filled ride.
Motherhood: With nothing but words to live by and mother’s intuition,
Old wives tales and superstition
These women have raised generations.
Loving, guiding,
Sharing, abiding
Living, laughing, crying, screaming
Sighing, fighting
Cooking, dreaming.
Blessed child brings them together, Three generations bound by love and tea
Three separate women bound by the ties of family.

He slips into her world without her knowledge
And watched her from a distance day by day
As tears streamed down his face and hit the pavement
Then he thinks to himself, “what a price to pay”
Somewhere, somehow things in his marriage fell to pieces
Her expensive lawyer branded him unfit for custody
No calls, no visits or the system will place him in irons
And banish him from the state in the first degree
His little girl now has another daddy
And his ex has very fashionable ways
But his daughter stays to herself quite often
And she has those unseen friends when she plays
He watches as she gets off the bus at school time
And snaps another photo for keep sakes
But oh how he’d love to hold her close again
This daddy who’s heart is weak and still aches
She graduated high school with honors
As photos were snapped from places unseen
He slips back so the shadows would protect him
From his vantage point on the mezzanine
She somehow learns of all the times he wanted to see her
And leaves her mother high and dry
She changed her name to that of her daddy’s
And threw away her mama’s piece of pie
He’s buried in his family cemetery
She visits his grave every week or so
And sings little songs that she makes up
And pays no attention to her tears that flow